Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Index,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.